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Hi! Could I request a Cassian x shy reader fic where they’re going back and forth sharing their links with one another?
You Only Have To Ask
Cassian x Female Reader
Warnings: Mentions of fighting/sparring and mentions of smut/light smut.
Word Count: 2.1k
Author's Note: I saw your other ask and know that you mean kinks instead of links. Thank you for requesting, you’re the first one and I really want to improve my writing so thank you again for the idea. But like i said this is my first time so if you don’t like it i can try to rewrite it but i hope you enjoy.
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Cassian and you were currently laying on the floor of the training rings on the House of Winds rooftop—chests heaving after sparring for hours—Cassian wearing a lopsided grin.
“Cauldron boil me, I never should’ve agreed to do this,” you groaned in between pants.
The General of the Night Court huffed a laugh before he turned his head to look at you. Hands behind your head, chest heaving, legs bent, hair messy and a sheen of sweat making you almost glow in the light of setting sun. You were beautiful.
Cassian and you had met almost six months ago at Rita’s after Feyre had finally convinced you to go out with the Inner Circle.
Your older brother and his mate owned the bookstore that was part cafe and part flower shop, right next to her art studio. And they had recently welcomed a baby, their first, and asked if you could run the bookstore for a while.
Most of their customers knew who you were, but more than a few didn’t. And to your mortification, you would have to explain to them who you were and why you were running the place for the time being.
You were still wringing your hands, face still embarrassingly red, after explaining to a rude customer that you weren't sure when your brother would return, when Feyre came in asking about them.
“Hello,” she looked around the shop, no doubt looking for your brother or his mate, “Is Flynn not in today? I haven’t seen him in a couple of days or Sera.”
You went to answer and to your chargin, you stuttered. Violently, if that was even a way to describe it, but to be completely honest it was the only way to describe it. Never in your life have you stuttered so badly.
In your defense, a new book was released so there was an influx of customers. Regulars and new, and you have always been shy towards everyone—except your brother and his mate—especially strangers.
Feyre gave you a patient look, letting out a shaky breath you opened your mouth to tell her about your brother and his mate, when he walked in. “Hey, bub, how’s business?” His voice booming through the small shop.
You visibly sagged in relief, “Thank the Mother’s tits.”
Flynn only laughed, “Oh, come on. It can’t be that bad, bub,” he teased.
The shop was closing in thirty minutes, so you told him he could close since you’d embarrassed yourself enough for him today. He gave you an apologetic smile and chuckled, “Fair enough. We appreciate you,” he said sincerely.
You gave him a small smile and nodded your head, giving Feyre the same smile and a little wave goodbye and made your way towards the door. You were almost free, when Feyre, started calling out for you. “Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!”
Turning around, eyes wide. “Wait, I need to ask you something!”
“Uhm, all right?”
“Flynn, told me that your grandfather was Illyrian and that he made sure to train your mother to fight and to train you both too. But, he also said that he taught you different fighting styles.”
You shifted from one foot to the other, “Yeah, what about it?”
“Well, I was wondering if you could come and train with us at the House of Wind. I would love to see—“
You rubbed the back of your neck, nervously. “Us?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind. It would be Rhys, Cass, Az, Mor and me.” She explained, she looked so excited.
She wanted you to train with the Inner Circle. You. “Uhm, yeah. Sure, I guess.”
She pulled you into a bone crushing hug, “Thank the cauldron!” When she realized what she was doing she pulled away, “Sorry. Sorry. We’re all going out to Rita’s tonight, meet us there so you can get to know everyone.”
You nodded your head hesitantly, but agreed nonetheless.
As soon as you walked into Rita’s Feyre rushed to greet you and everyone was so welcoming and nice. And you're pretty sure Flynn had told Feyre about how shy you were and she had probably told the rest of the Inner Circle too. Not that you minded because it’s just who you are, you were always anxious around new people and in new places and got easily flustered or overwhelmed.
Yet, fighting had come naturally to you. Flynn always said he could never understand that part of you, how you were so introverted, but fought in the fighting pits in the Illyrian Camps.
You don’t know how you did it either, you just did.
So when Rhys flew you up to the House of Wind the next day and you sparred with everyone they were all impressed to say the least. You had all agreed that you would spar with everyone until one of you got the other to tap. You got Feyre to tap in 30 seconds, Mor in two minutes, Rhys in seven, Az in ten and Cassian in twelve.
You had gotten the Lord of Bloodshed on the ground and you wrestled a bit before he tapped. Standing up first and when you had looked down at him, offering him your hand to help him up, the bond snapped into place.
For the both of you.
And you turned the same shade of red as the siphons atop his hands when he just stared at you. After it first happened you were in shock and were thinking about rejecting it, because you were scared to say the least, but he gave you space to think.
Flynn told you that you were blessed by the Mother for having found your mate and he was right, but you were just so hesitant. You didn’t even know the male and he was your mate. Unbeknownst to you he had immediately felt your feelings flow through the mating bond and swore to himself to patiently court you.
He would take things slow and at your own pace.
Which was how you’d gotten into sparring dates. You’d both felt more comfortable in the fighting ring so you made a bargain. You’d spar on the roof of the House of Wind while asking each other simple questions to get to know each other and then you’d talk about more intimate things after.
Your mate had gone quiet, turning to face him, you saw he was staring at you unabashedly and you blushed. It didn’t matter that it had been six months, he always made you blush. Whether he simply looked at you, said something or you just thought of him. You always did.
He always said that you looked pretty whenever you blushed because of him. That he loved that he could always make you flustered. And loved when you tore your gaze away because then he had an excuse to touch you, so he could grip your chin and make you meet his eyes.
Which is what was happening now.
He chuckled before his rough calloused hand was cupping the side of your face, turning you to face him, “You can’t hide from me, sweetheart,” he teased. Your hands clenched around nothing as you felt butterflies in your belly and closed your eyes. Making your mate howl with laughter at your antics. “So you can kick my ass, but can’t look at me.” He said between laughs.
Your voice came out meeker than you wanted, “Yup.” A small smile on your lips as the sound of his mirthful laughter filled you ears again.
You heard rustling and movement like he was standing up, but then he was kissing you. Your lips slightly parting with a soft moan as they met, his tongue swept over your bottom lip before exploring your mouth. Resting your hands on his bare tattooed chest, his hands slid down, roving over your body, squeezing your tits firmly.
Moaning into his mouth as he did so and he squeezed harder before wrapping his hand around your throat.
Hesitantly palming him through the pants of his fighting leathers, making a growl fall from his lips. The sound had you squeezing your thighs together for some type of friction.
Palming him again, this time more confidently, but he pulled back. Giving you a panty dropping grin as he shook his head. “Not yet, sweetheart.”
Cassian hoisted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as his hands held you up by your ass. Walking you back into the House of Wind and into his room.
Once you got to his room he sat on his huge bed—big enough to accommodate his large wings and then some—and kept you firmly seated on his lap. Your eyes scanning his face and without realizing it you were smiling at him.
He grinned back, “What?”
“Nothing,” you murmured quietly.
“Tell me.”
You sighed softly, “I—I really want to be with you but,” you looked down at your hands while you picked at your fingers. It was something you did whenever you were nervous or anxious.
Cassian looked down and saw that your left thumb was going to be picked raw soon and grabbed your hands, stopping you. He gave them a reassuring squeeze before bringing them up to his kiss-swollen lips and kissed them.
Gold hazel eyes meet yours with a familiar warmth as he sent love down the bond, calming you.
“But. . . what?” He questioned.
Your voice was barely a whisper, “I don’t know what you like or want and I don’t—I don’t. . . ugh I don’t know.”
“Do you want to know what I like? What I want, sweetheart?”
I didn’t say anything, only nodding my head for him to continue.
“All right. I’ll tell you what I like and want,” he brushed your hair back, out of your face, “If you tell me what you like and what you want." Your face felt like it was on fire, breath hitching and Cassian wore a smug smirk on his face at seeing the effect his words had on you.
You swallowed thickly, settling onto his lap to be more comfortable, “You first.”
His eyes darkened. “I like you, I want you. But what I really want is you on your knees, looking up at me with your big doe eyes as I fuck your mouth,” he swiped his thumb over your lips. “Until you’re crying and drooling because of me, is that all right with you, sweetheart?”
Your heartbeat quickened, “Yes.”
“Good girl. Now tell your mate what you want,” he ordered.
“I want you to be a “good boy” and let me ride you until you’re begging me to let you cum inside me,” You said quietly, looking at the swirls tattooed onto his chest.
He tilted your chin up and tutted, “Speak up, sweetheart.”
Your eyes met his. “I want you to be a “good boy” and let me ride you until you’re begging me to let you cum inside me,” you said again louder this time, keeping your eyes locked on his.
His pupils dilated and you felt him harden beneath you at your words and thoughtlessly rubbed your clothed cunt on him. “I’ll do whatever you want, you only have to ask,” he promised. His voice rough with need.
“Promise?” You breathed.
“Promise. . . I’ll do whatever you want." He swore.
You leaned forward to kiss him, silently letting him know you would do whatever he wanted too. Grinding down harder onto him as his hands gripped your ass and then he was pulling your shirt over your head along with your bra. Then he was swirling his tongue around your hardened nipple making you let out a sharp exhale before sucking on them harshly.
You let out a loud hiss when he nipped at them roughly, back arching, “Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?”
“No,” you breathed. “I love it when you’re rough, because even when you are rough there’s a gentleness to it. I don’t know how to explain, but it’s perfect. I just want you to always be touching me.”
He kissed you again while his large calloused hands gripped your hips. Moving you at the pace he wanted, making us both moan at the feeling. “I want you on all fours. So I can pull your hair and slap your ass raw. I want to see my handprint in the same color of red you are when I make you blush.” You let out a loud moan at his words, clenching around nothing.
You bit your bottom lip so hard, that you tasted blood on your tongue, letting out a shaky breath, “I want you to call me your “perfect your little slut” while you spit in my mouth and fuck me until I can’t think. And when we’re done I want to be covered in you.”
Cassian threw his head back, screwing his eyes shut as he groans, “Gods, you’re gonna be the death of me.” A wet spot forming on his fighting leathers from our arousal.
“At least you’ll die a happy male.”
#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#acotar fanfiction#acotar smut#cassian acotar#cassian fanfic#cassian smut#cassian x reader#cassian general#cassian lord of bloodshed#batboys#cassian x you#cassian x y/n
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Linda Flynn-Fletcher
I think Linda Flynn-Fletcher is potentially one of the most misunderstood characters in the show.
It think comes from a natural enough place. Her role in the show is of course, to act as the potential threat to their summers of fun. While they boys never see her as a threat, narratively she's the big bad. If she sees it, its game over.
Here's the thing though. She's a not a bad mom. Her children LOVE her. Similarly to how Phineas and Ferb absolutely adore Candace and would do nearly anything she asked, Phineas, Ferb and Candace all love and respect their mother and don't disobey her. Now a bit of this is clearly Linda being a more permissive parent, but any rules that Linda has Phineas and Ferb never do anything to disobey their mother. While I wouldn't be surprised if there were one or two instances where Candace disobeyed her mother willfully, the closest I can think off off hand is Candace not doing a bunch of chores that she was supposed to do. Really, the fact that all her kids love her, shows how much all her kids feel loved in their household. And I think that's super important. Candace wrote a song about how much she feels loved by her mom, even if her mom is dismissive of Candace. But she still goes with Candace to see what the boys are up to even if she doesn't believe it. She sets boundaries on how often Candace can bust the boys sure. But she hasn't forbidden Candace from doing it altogether. Nor does she punish Candace for presumably lying?
At MOST Linda will say something like: "let's get you out of the sun" after a failed bust. The worst of it I think is probably the time Linda made her promise not to try or suffer the Pharaohs curse. Which, was just some guy in a Pharaoh costume telling Candace curse you. Linda goes out of her way to read books to try and deal with her daughter. She and Candace still clearly hold a lot of affection for each other and do spend a decent amount of mother daughter time together. Linda gives books to her daughter, tries to direct her to other activities, and finds her sleep busting cute, and sometimes goes out of her way to do activities her daughter wants to do with her. All things considered Linda is REALLY patient about Candace's busting. Could she be doing more to get to the bottom of why Candace is presumably acting out? Sure. But Doofensmirtz could also be doing a better job of listening to his daughter and not insulting her (or do we not remember why Vanessa wears earbuds around the house) but we all call him a really good dad.
A LOT of shows have kids hiding a secret from a parent for one reason of another. But while the crux of the show rests on Linda not knowing what her sons are doing, its not because its a secret. The boys aren't hiding it from her. The boys genuinely believe she knows. Lawrence genuinely believes she knows. Candace is the only one in the family who really grasps the situation.
Linda's ignorance, her disbelief of the wild shenanigans that her children get into is easily mistakable for normality. For representing the oppressive day to day. The same thematic antagonist as school. A mom who wants whats best for her kids, and thinks that whats best for them is them being normal, without realizing what's really best for them. After all why else we saw what would happen if she found out in Quantum Boogaloo. But the fact of the matter is aside from that one future (which also featured an effectively evil leader in Doofensmirtz, and therefore implies more factors at play than just Doofensmirtz and Linda's characters), we don't really know how it would play out in the long term. Future Linda even just kinda moves on after discovering the truth.
Linda is exactly like her kids. She just does the same things on a less physics breaking scale. The woman has like 37 different hobbies. She takes a cooking class, donated an art sculpture, is part of a jazz group. She has a background in astrophysics. She was a pop star. She won a meatloaf contest. She takes french lessons. The fact that Linda has several hobbies is part of the reason the formula works at all. Linda is constantly trying new things which gets her out of the house, while her sons are trying their own new things. Her absence is what prompts Candace to have to go looking for her. Also, What Do It Do when the moment Linda gets put in Candace's position she acts the exact same way.
Also it's why she and Lawrence are so compatible. They have a lot of weird hobbies they spend together. She likes Lawrence's history references. They watch car racing together. They went spelunking together. They go bowling regularly enough to have equipment. She has played the bagpipes while Lawrence danced (which sidenote: do you think she taught Candace how to play the bagpipes?).
Not to mention her extended family. Think about it. Her mom was a competitive roller derby skater who once bit a skate and shook it like a dog with a chew toy and pulls elaborate pranks with her identical twin. Really she's a lot like Candace with her aggressive passion. Her dad apparently won a balloon race, but tells the story in the most straightforward way possible, sometimes very oblivious, but is overall a lot like Phineas. Her sister is an adrenaline junky. And back to Quantum Boogaloo for a minute: Her granddaughter is just like Candace, Grown up Candace is a lot like Linda. Do you not see the implications!!?!?!? LIKE???? DO YOU NOT REALIZE THAT LINDA WAS PROBABLY A LOT LIKE CANDACE AND PHINEAS WHEN SHE WAS YOUNGER?!!?! YOU THINK IT SKIPPED A GENERATION OR SOMETHING???
Do you think Linda used to complain about Tiana??? Do you think Linda thought her family was weird and was embarrassed by them??? Do you think Linda ever called herself the only mature/normal member of her family?? LIKE CANDACE DOES????
Anyway, Linda is just like her family. Sure, she is RELATIVELY more normal, but that's relative, and probably simply because the universe bends itself around to keep her from knowing. Linda literally cannot find out about the real nature of her universe. Linda is just a grown up version of her children, seeking to make the most of each day, but within the bounds the universe has set upon her, both as an adult woman and mother, but also in the laws of physics expected of her. But she still makes the most of her life. You don't have to build a roller coaster to make the most of each day and all that.
I think if Linda is representing anything its that even parents can have rich fulfilling lives. Where they make the most out of each day. Having fun with your life doesn't stop with adulthood. Even if you have more responsibilities doesn't mean you can't have fun? Sure childhood is something you can't get back but growing up isn't inherently bad either?
#pnf#phineas and ferb#linda flynn fletcher#The woman is a former pop star#and has a secret background in astrophysics#you would think that would be enough but nooo#i generally don't care to comment on the suspected neurodivergent status of cartoon characters#because neurodivergency exists in the context of society#and cartoon characters exist in a completely different context#and when characters are inspired by real people (like Linda being inspired by Dan's sister) it can get messy#but if Phineas and Candace and Doofensmirtz are ADHD so is Linda#she just has adult woman flavor ADHD#aka the reason that woman and girls go underdiagnosed or are often diagnosed with anxiety instead#I think we often don't recognize how frequently she forgets things#I'm thinking back to that one time she forgot the “stuff” at the grocery store#she stayed up all night making last minute pies#working up to the deadline on an art sculpture#at one point runs out of contacts (presumably because she forgot to get more)#gets overwhelmed when planning the block party#and that's just what I can think of off hand#anyway I will not stand for Linda slander
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Escape Route
Flynn Rider X Fem!reader
word count: 3k
A criminal breaks into your home for a desperate escape, but going along with his antics you may think there is more to the man than meets the eye.
It was a cold brisk morning, the sun barely peering through the cobbled mountains glazed with snow. You rise out of the warmth and comfort of your bed, thoughts of food flooded your brain. The floorboards creak with every step you take wondering towards the kitchen to fetch stew that has been brewing since your father left the home for the castle. You met the boiling pot with a grin, “Ah, pumpkin.” you stir the pot with the ladle that hangs off the side. You grab a porcelain bowl that was laid out for you on the counter, you lift it to reveal a note underneath. “My dearest daughter, your favorite bowl and stew for this brisk morning. Much love, Dad.”
You couldn’t help but smile wider as you held the note close to your heart. “I love you too dad.” you stared out the window looking at the town's folk amongst the town. The people who were wondering quickly became scurrying. Your face contorted with confusion, “what is..” you slowly wandered to your open shutters. Suddenly, with a thud, A man no more than 5’’9 falls in front of your feet. You let out a gasp and stumble back falling against the countertop and knocking over your favorite bowl, shattering across the floor. The man groaned and quickly lifted his head and placed his finger in a shush.
You quickly grab a piece of glass off the floor and point it to him.
“I’m not afraid! Get out of my house!” you yelped. The man began to plead “Shh! Shh!” He rose off the ground and quickly closed the shutters from the window he came from. “What are you..? Get Out!” you yelped again with more demand. The man peered through the shutters, kingdom guards running and knocking on doors. “Listen, we need to get out of here.” He said while looking out the shudders. “We? Who said we?” You lowered the porcelain glass. “I’m not going anywhere with you!” you yelled.
The man quickly rushed to cover your mouth in panic, his hands smelt like metal and tasted to match. You quickly pulled his hand from your mouth and as you raised your finger to lecture there was a bang on the door, followed by several more. “No! Don’t answer it!” The man whispered and pleaded again as he rushed behind the island in your kitchen. “You don’t tell me what I can and can’t do in my home.” you huffed, You opened the door to reveal a kingdom guard. “Yes, hello officer, how can I be of service?” you greeted the stocky man with a smile.
“I’m looking for a man, a thief perhaps. Looks like this” The guard showed a drawing of the man that broke into your home but with a stocky enlarged nose. “He goes by the name Flynn Rider.” You turn to look at the wanted man in your home, he was on his knees, flaring his lip, holding his hands together. You couldn't help but put a face of discomfort on. You turned to the guards that stood at the foot of your door. “No officers, I’m unsure of this man.” you said with a soft smile hoping to ward them away. “Is that so?” The stocky guard peered over your shoulder to see that same man on the floor in your kitchen quickly hide behind the island. “Yes, I do not know this man. You might want to look somewhere else. Good day.” You began to close the front door but it came to a halt.
You look down to see that same guard’s foot in the doorway. Your face turned pale, and thought to yourself why would you help this greasy man that was in your kitchen. In a panic you grabbed the fire place’s stoker and quickly stabbed the foot of the guard. There was a yell beyond the door, you quickly decided to make a run for it towards the back door and swing it open with a slam. The man in your kitchen stared “Come on!” you yelled with a motion of your hand, you didn't have to tell him twice. The man charged for the door to escape only to see the kingdom guards chasing him through the home. With a swift movement the hopeless man ran out and shut the back door using lumber beside the house to rest against it.
You Began to rush into town with your escapee, trying to catch your breath every few moments. The town in panic as you two ran through the bricked roads, a loose brick makes you tumble but with a swift movement the man you’ve helped takes your hand before you meet the stone brick. You continued to run, lifting your dress making it easier to pace yourself. You felt his hand in yours, tugging your arm. You couldn’t help it when everything seemed slow motion. You looked behind yourself and saw the kingdom’s guards chasing you, you whipped your head back.
“Are you alright?” The man spoke, you couldn’t understand what he was saying. Your heart began to race. Why you wondered, why did you get caught in this? Your head is filled with questions. Who was this man? Why did he come through your window? “Hey! Are you alright!?” the man yelled. You snapped out of your headspace “Uh, Yes! I'm okay!” you yelled back. He gripped your hand tighter as you both fled down the stairs to the pier. He shoved you into the boat and began uniting the rope that connected to the dock. “Hey! What do you think you’re-”
“I'm getting us out of here.” he cut you off.
“No way in hell I'm going anywhere with you.” you stood on the boat in a huff.
“Well, if you want to be arrested for harboring a “criminal” be my guest, because it's either we leave now or I leave without you. Your choice.” he said with a smirk as he finished untying the rope. You peer behind his shoulder and see the kingdom guards running down the steps with weapons in hand. “GO! GO!” you point and yell. He kicked off with his boot and flipped over. You couldn’t help yourself but snicker when you saw his catastrophic faceplant into the boat floor. “You’re not as graceful as i thought you’d be” you let out a small laugh. He looked at you with a smile as he rose up to brush himself off. The guards halted at the dock “We will find you, Flynn Rider!” they shouted over the river. “I’m sure you will!” Flynn yelled back, he sat on the boat across from you rowing.
“Flynn, Flynn is your name? I remember the guards saying a name but I couldn’t recall.” You pushed your hair behind your ear. “I guess that’s what you can call me.” He smirked. You looked at his face, his jaw, and his goofy smile, his hair, something clicked. “You’re that guy from the posters!” you snickered.
“With the different noses of every other poster.” you teased.
“That is not what my nose looks like! They get it wrong every time.” he pouted.
You couldn't help but laugh “are you sure? Seems pretty accurate to me.” you teased again. His face pulled down like a muppet, your face of laughter became a soft smile. “I think your nose looks great.”you started to play with a strand of your hair.
“By the way, I never caught your name.” Flynn stopped rowing and placed his chin on his hand. “My name?” you stuttered. “You broke into my home, had us get chased by kingdom guards, and now you're finally asking for my name?” you decided to mock the position he was in. “well? Are you going to tell me your name or will I be clueless forever?” he leaned back and began to row again. “My name is y/n” you looked away to the side, crossing your legs. “That's a beautiful name.”
Finally, you hit the shore of the land across the river. Flynn gets off and pushes the boat fully onto shore while you're still in. He runs to the side and places out his hand in front of you “m’lady.” he gestures to pull you up from the boat.
“Charming.” you said as you took his hand. He pulled you up but as you stepped out the boat your dress caught, you tumbled out. Flynn caught you before you could hit the sand, your hands fell onto his chest. Your face turned red, “Ah! I'm so sorry!” you said trying to pull away. “Hang on! Hang on!” he said calmly, “your dress, its caught.” he held you up from falling and unhooked your dress. “Let me help you.” he swooped you into his arms and gently let your feet reach the ground. You stood in silence trying to hide your reddened face. “Are you alright?” he said with concern.
“Oh yes! You know, it's getting late. I probably should head back.” you say anxiously, playing with your hair for comfort. “Well unless you want to be imprisoned and possibly hanged, I’d suggest you stick with me for a little longer toots.” Flynn started to walk off the beach into the thick trees. You hesitated, but you decided to follow his footsteps. You can't help but ponder the same question. How did you get caught into this? Who is this Flynn Rider? You both come to a halt.
“Why are we stopping?” you question him, arms folded to bear with the cold.
“We need a place to set up camp and this is a perfect place!” he looks at you and points with a wide grin.
You peer around only to see trees, rocks, and dirt. Not the most suitable camp but you can manage. “Where will we sleep? We didn't really bring anything for warmth.” you looked at him with slight distraught. “We will sleep here! Let me go get some firewood.” he pranced off to find wood to start a flame. You looked at him like he was crazy. You decided to sit on the ground and wait for him to come back with some wood. It was cold and nearly midnight at this time. You hear rustling behind you, you quickly turn towards the dark trees. “Hello? Flynn?” you stood up slowly. “Flynn!?” you were hesitant to walk towards the noises, you stood shivering because of the cold and the fear you had. “I'm back! Look at all this wood!” Flynn jumped from the bushes. “Flynn! You can’t be doing that!” you clenched your heart, you were relieved that it was him and only him.
“Sorry! But look at his firewood!” Flynn piled it into one cluster and started to rearrange it. He began to smash two rocks together creating sparks and eventually igniting the logs that laid on the grass. You sat closely to the fire to warm yourself up but kept shivering. “Damn, it's cold.” you said while holding yourself tightly. Flynn sat next to you and rubbed your shoulders to try to warm you up. Your face lit up again, you could see Flynn’s face in the corner of your eye, his face looked flustered. “Thank you.” you said with a stutter. Flynn gave a nod, an awkward but adoring nod.
“Whelp!” you yelped. “It's time to hit the hay! Don't you think flynn?” you awkwardly pleaded as you began to lay on your side. “Okay, well.. Goodnight y/n!” you felt Flynn lay next to you. You peered over your shoulder to see he was facing the other way. Your heart was racing knowing he was next to you.
You thought to yourself, there is no way that you like him?
Right?
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I heard you calling
Julie dug her hands into the sand again and again as the light slowly faded from the sky.
It had been a shit day of an even crappier week and she just wanted to hide away from the world for a little while. It was why she’d told her dad she was studying at Flynn’s and then told Flynn she was tired and was going to call it an early night.
It’d taken her nearly an hour to ride her bike out to the beach but it had been worth it to let go of her thoughts in the sound of the waves and ground herself in the sand under her feet.
It’s not like she could hide in the studio.
That had been occupied by three ghost himbos for almost six months now.
Don’t get her wrong, she loved the guys and Flynn and her dad and even Carlos, for the most part, but sometimes a girl just needed to wallow in some self-pity by herself.
Her tears had dried a while ago and she was just staring out at the waves and the retreating sun when she heard the unmistakable sound of a ghost poofing in near her.
She didn’t even turn to look at him as he kicked off his vans and plopped down beside her scattering some sand on her own bare feet.
“Hey.”
Julie sighed and started digging in the sand again. “How’d you find me?” She looked down at the sand she was playing in, in case anyone was watching.
“You called me.”
She turned to Luke with a frown, the thought of anyone thinking she was crazy for talking to air flying right out of her head at his words.
“I did not!” She hissed. “I’ve only talked to my dad and Flynn. I certainly didn’t call the band phone. I was actually trying to be alone for a change.”
He shrank a little at her ire before shaking it off and leaning back on his hands. “I don’t know what to tell you Jules.” He shrugged. “I heard you call.”
She looked at him skeptically, “You heard me in your head, calling your name?” That would be new and weird and she wasn’t sure she wanted that ability, especially if she hadn’t meant to do it.
He leaned forward crossing his legs and bit his lip.
He ducked his head and was quiet for a moment before shaking it and looking back up at her through his lashes, “No, not in my head.”
The sun had nearly set and she could barely see his eyes in the fading light but he looked nervous all of a sudden like the answer was something she wouldn’t like.
As annoyed as she’d immediately been on his intrusion to her pity party she couldn’t help sliding her hand closer to his in the sand until their pinkies touched in a silent peace offering.
He wrapped his pinky around hers with a little tug.
The moment they touched Luke’s eyes cleared of their worry and she felt the tightness that had been pressing on her chest all day ease slightly.
Julie pulled her knees up to her chest and laid her head on them before she whispered. “Explain, please?”
He sighed as he turned to face her a little more directly, careful not to move their hands still touching in the sand. “Ok, I guess heard is the wrong word…”
“Luke,” she sighed and squeezed his pinky. “Just spit it out. Why are you being weird?”
“Cause it is weird Jules.” He reached up to rub the back of his neck with his free hand. “I’ve had this feeling in my chest all day that something was wrong.” He dropped the hand on his neck to press against his chest like he was showing her where it hurt. “I asked the other guys if they felt it and they didn’t and…” He dropped the hand on his chest to lay on top of hers in the sand and fiddled with her rings. “I just knew you were sad or upset or something and I’ve wanted to check on you all day but you’ve told us not to come to the school anymore and then when you didn’t come out to the studio to see us this afternoon I…”
She flipped her hand over slowly and laced their fingers together keeping her head on her knees and her eyes on Luke. He looked up at her as a smile finally started to tug on his lips.
Julie and Luke had always been more in tune with each other than the other guys. She’d thought it had something to do with how they had shared pain about being disconnected from their moms or how they wrote music together like they shared a brain, but maybe it was more than that.
“Ok,” she nodded slightly. “Let’s disregard that you knew I was having a terrible day, we can analyze that later. That still doesn’t explain how you found me.”
He sighed, “I’m not sure explaining how I found you will be less weird. Honestly it was like some wizard shit.”
Julie giggled pressing her mouth to her knee trying to muffle the sound. Her giggles set his off and before long they were both shaking with laughter.
She unfolded herself and laid back on the sand keeping hold of Luke’s hand and he laid down beside her.
“Ok, I still need you to explain the wizard shit even if it is weird.”
“Ok, ok, I said that because you know in Harry Potter, in one of the last movies that part where Ron leaves and then finds his way back to them, back to Hermonie, with the little light in his chest telling him where to go?”
Julie frowned trying to follow his ramble. “You followed a light in your chest?”
“I mean kinda.” He groaned and rubbed his face. “I’d been feeling so off all day and when you didn’t come see us after school I started to get even more worried and then dinner time passed and we still hadn’t seen you. I needed to know you were ok.” He dropped the hand that had been on his head to his side and looked at her with so much concern. “I needed to find you so I just… did.”
He just did. It made a weird sort of sense. “So you just, what, closed your eyes and thought about me and here you are?”
He nodded, his eyes wide, “Yeah, exactly.”
They looked at each other a long time as they lay in the sand side by side holding hands. She briefly wondered what she looked like to anyone glancing in her direction.
“I’m sorry I worried you so much today. I’m ok, really.” She squeezed his hand. “I had no idea you knew how bad my day had gotten or I would have come to see you before I left.”
“Julie,” he rolled on his side to face her. “You didn’t know and really…” He dropped his eyes and stared hard at her shoulder. “It’s not your job to make sure I’m ok.”
She squeezed his hand again and he looked up at her with those sad puppy eyes and she melted like she always did. “Ditto.”
He grinned and shook his head. “I couldn’t help it.”
“You could have texted me.” She let go of his hand and rolled onto her side propping her head up on her hand. “You could have texted me.” She bit her lip. “What if I’d been in a bathroom or something when you came looking for me?”
He gaped at her. “I…I…” he started to laugh. “That would have been mortifying!”
“You think?” Julie giggled. “So text first…please.” She laid her hand on his in the sand. “I promise I’ll reply. Especially now that I know…”
Luke nodded, ducking his head. “Just so you know…” He started fiddling with her rings again. “Sometimes I know when you’re extra happy too.”
“Yeah?” She grinned at him and kicked his leg. “You don’t come find me then do you?”
He shook his head and looked up at her biting his lip. “We’re usually together.”
She laughed, of course they were. Luke wasn’t the only person that made her happy but ever since he fell into her life she couldn’t deny that she had more than friendly feelings for him.
Feelings that made her almost irrationally happy sometimes.
Luke smiled and pressed his hand against his chest. “You’re happy again now.”
“You seem to have that affect on me.” She bit her lip and ducked her head as she felt her cheeks heating up.
“Hey,” Luke tugged on her chin, gently forcing her to look at him. “You make me happy too Jules.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…” Luke ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck. It was too dark to know for sure but she thought he might be blushing like she had too. “I don’t know what I’d do without you boss.”
They looked at each other for a long time, neither wanting to say any more than they already had.
It was enough… for now.
Julie took a deep breath and blew it out hard. It was time to head back home, back to reality which luckily included three ghost boys that made amazing music with her and one that she…
“Alright, party’s over,” Julie said pulling herself up from the sand and dusting her jeans off. “It’s gonna take forever for me to bike home.”
Luke stood up with her, keeping her hand in his. It was fully dark now. Anyone would be hard pressed to notice how Julie’s hand might look like it was holding something invisible.
“Mind if I go with you?” He chewed on his lip. “I really don’t like the idea of you being alone in the dark like this all the way home.”
“I’ll have to walk.” She chuckled, “Unless you wanna run beside me?”
He laughed, “I’ll run for a bit and then you can sit on the handlebars and I’ll bike.”
Julie burst out laughing. “That would look crazy!”
“Exactly,” Luke grinned. “Anyone that saw you would think they were nuts.”
She bit her lip and shook her head at him as they headed off the sand toward her bike. There was a stretch of neighborhood they would need to go through where very few people were likely to see them.
“We’ll see.” She winked as she slipped her shoes on after unlocking her bike from the stand.
She glanced over at Luke as they left the beach area. Maybe she would let him bike for a bit. What did it matter if some stranger thought she was crazy, or they were?
She was already feeling pretty reckless… after all…
Julie looked over at Luke again to see him already looking back at her.
She was in love with a ghost.
#jatp#julie and the phantoms#happy juke jeudi!#had this idea ages ago and it sat unfinished until last week for months#just didn't know how to finish it#cannon-ish#luke patterson#julie molina#juke
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after barely reading (published) books for the past few years, I finally got back into reading around the end of 2023. I ended up reading 6 books total in the year, which isn't a lot but in total fairness I'd only read two books into november. then I read the other 4 all between november and december.
anyway in case you're curious what I read in 2023 was
I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy (listened to it as an audiobook when I was driving from New Jersey to Florida, I think McCurdy is an incredible writer and her authorial voice was so unique especially with the way she adjusted the writing style based off her age in the time period being talked about. incredibly raw and painful to listen to)
Game of Thrones by George RR Martin (worked through it so slowly from february all the way to november, I tried watching the first episode of the show while I was reading it and I got so pissed off at how much the show changed and flattened out characters, especially the women)
She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan (amazing, showstopping, absolutely love the exploration of gender and sexuality in it along with the constant push and pull between morality and ideas of destiny and grandeur. It's set in China during the time when the Mongols ruled and that's a time period I didn't know much about before reading so it was incredibly interesting to learn about, and I cannot wait to read the sequel)
Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn (definitely still think Gone Girl was better, but I adore Flynn's writing and how she explores incredibly fucked up women and their relationships)
The Poppy War by RF Kuang (wasn't my favorite, I've heard amazing things about RF Kuang as an author and I really like her writing style, but I know this was her first novel and it definitely feels like a new author kind of book. Loved the worldbuilding and thought it was super fascinating and appreciated the grim and brutal depiction of the realities of war. didn't grip me as much as I wanted it to. very excited to eventually read Babel though)
and then
The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon (one of my new favorite books ever. literally could talk about it for ages. amazing worldbuilding and a plot that takes you all over this incredibly detailed world, a fantastic cast of characters who are all so nuanced, a very deftly woven plot, gorgeous writing style, lovely wlw romance, just such a great epic high fantasy novel) (it's over 800 pages but didn't feel that long at all it's so easy to get into)
my goal for 2024 is to read at least 20 books which might not seem like much to some people but considering reading 5 books in 2023 was more than I've read in the past 3 years combined I think it's a pretty fair goal. probably will ramble about my to read list here soon, I've already started reading The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes which I'm really enjoying so far. as always I love Suzanne Collins' writing style :)
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Currently watching Tangled,
-for the first time is forever 🎶
Some thoughts:
Maybe the guitar music as the major instrument for this film has to do with the origins of Rapunzel from the Mediterranean?
The Royals might still have the sun plant somewhere. You replant, you “dead end” the flower to make soup, you continue to care for it with hopes it flowers again. Did that show up in the tv show anywhere?
Useing a pan to fight is a very traditional fantasy trope. Usually reserved for a side character, but still very present. Tangled just brought it out into the common zeitgeist.
Mother Gothel is the worst for many many reasons. Today’s realization- she never braided Rapunzel’s hair. It would have been easy to start when she was little and teach her how to do it herself. It would have meant tripping over it less and spending less time on brushing. You can even keep a long enough tail for brushing while doing the song. She didn’t. Why? Because it was another layer of control. It means it is harder for Rapunzel to leave. It means Rapunzel feels like she is cared for when Gothel brushes it during the song. It keeps Rapunzel “clumsy,” a reason Gothel gives not to let her leave. Or maybe Gothel is just lazy and neglectful. Either way- as someone with super long hair? I hate that woman.
Meanwhile- the Royals never gave up on thier kid coming home. It’s not just the tradition of the lights. It’s that crown. Baby Rapunzel wears that crown in murals. They had that crown sized up, EVERY YEAR, as thier child would have grown. They thought about what she would look like if she showed up tomorrow. They didn’t just recall a baby once a year and mourn. They planned for her to return. That hurts. 👑 💔
Realization after that one- Flynn you absolute RAT. How could you?!
Unintentional side effect of Rapunzel hauling a person up the side of the tower everyday- your girl has impressive upper body strength. She could toss a full grown man into a wardrobe. Gothel… much like keeping her birthday on the same day, your laziness has been turned against you. 😂
The Chameleon has not been out of the Tower any more than Rapunzel, he just has a deep distrust of Mother Gothel. ( proof is in him insisting they check Flynn for pointy teeth😂) I am so happy Rapunzel had that. It’s also even funnier to watch his reaction to everything after your realize that 😂
Dad- “Did you know one of the brothers is Ron Perlman?”
Me- “How could you not? Did you hear the voice?”
Later question- did the other one ever speak??
Flynn is BRUISED. Smacked with a pan, stuffed in a wardrobe, fingers jammed in a door, lands on his face, bashes himself in a fight several times, then is crushed by rocks while trying to escape drowning. Realistically, that song is the only reason the man is able to walk rather than limp into town the next day. 😂
“And you’re still gonna go back?” The girl stole his retirement (his dream, really), and has been a constant irritant since he met her, but the moment he knows the real situation she’s in, he is concerned for her happiness and freedom. He still doesn’t know how bad her mother is, just that she’s been confined. I love him so much. ❤️
And that gives her the confidence to tell her mother “No!” He didn’t even say any more than that. Haveing someone care for you when you are in a bad spot is SO IMPORTANT.
And then-! Just walks out of the wood and sees her standing a little too still. “Hey, are you ok?” 😍
This girl has never seen a horse in her life. And she does that. Seriously. That is a big beefy horse. I like horses, and I would be so much more cautious. Rapunzel knows no fear is all I am saying.
That man has spent time with children. He knew exactly who to ask. He LOOKED for them. Love that continuation of the backstory from the orphanage. Character continuity at its finest.
That dance music has become the sound of joy online. That is beautiful.
They showed the father grieving, and the mother comforting. That is so HUGE, I don’t even have words to explain.
I think Pascal wanted to see the lights almost as much as she did. 🥹
“At Last I See the Light” might be up there as one of the best Disney love songs. ❤️🎶 It is just such a perfect display of who the characters are, how they are changing, and why. And of course the imagery is soft, warm, and iconic. Just Beautiful.🤩
He really stopped caring about the life he dreamed for himself since he was a child. Idk if that says something about how in love he is, or something about how he always cared more for people than gold than he thought he did, but either way, I am still in love with this man ❤️
Omg- she embroidered her own dress. It’s such a small detail, but I love it. She learned all the cottage core crafts, didn’t she? 🥰😆
“It was the old lady” = her mother will do anything, including put her in danger, to keep her imprisoned forever. He is so real for making that connection so fast. Street kid knows what is up, and he will not stand for it. I honestly think he would have gotten her out even if nothing romantic ever happened, and that, at the core of it, is why I like him. 👍
Just- the sheer bafflement of the guards and Flynn alike in that entire escape scene 🤣
Maximus- don’t get this twisted. I am here for the girl.
Actually- now I want to know, what did the horse see that led him to lead an escape mission for his enemy? Did he follow Gothel to the tower? I am intrigued.
Just in case we weren’t convinced, they actually had her “kick the puppy.” 🥺
In revenge, Pascal is like “Nah, we ain’t waiting for her to die of old age.” Ruthless. 😈
As a thief and orphan/street kid, it completely tracks that he would see the life Rapunzel was made to live and equate it to death. I mean, it really was slavery. Imprisonment to ensure services. He was willing to die to keep her free- it is very Old School Hollywood Dashing Rogue of him, and again, I love it ❤️
Omg- Flynn Rider. Errol Flynn. I am a dummy. How did I not make that connection before?!
The king had the grief scene, and the Queen greeted her first. That feels so different from other movies.
They didn’t make her a carbon copy- Rapunzel was clearly her kid, but a younger version with a different chin. The designers put in work, and they have my respect.
That chuckle is the only spoken line the King has. Interesting.
The king is so soft. Big cuddly frame, soft pull into the hug, willing to immediately embrace the young man who brought her home as well. Who designed these men???
“I want something that I want” is currently the theme for my D&D character, and I suddenly am understanding it in the context of this movie. When I first heard it, I thought it was selfish, and it didn’t make sense to me. No- it’s not.
She has never been allowed anything of her own. He has literally had to steal to not starve. This is the feeling of being allowed to want for the first time. No wonder he was so good at helping her through things. It was probably very similar feeling when he first left the Orphanage. 🥹❤️
I imagine this song hit pretty hard for some scared and controlled kids out there. 🎶 Honestly, this whole movie was such a strong example of manipulative abuse, and I am so happy it exists. They clearly put in the work to make it truthful, and it must have helped so many people realize what was going on in their own life. I think every creative hopes to tell a story that connects with people like that.
Anyways, hoped you enjoyed my romp through a wonderful film 😁
#tangled#rapunzel#flynn rider#eugene fitzherbert#pascal#Maximus#mother gothel#i love this movie so much#animated movies#disney animation#analysis#movie reaction#storytelling
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“our song is the slam of screen doors”
this is part one of the marauders eras tour!
summary; 💚DEBUT- Our Song- Remus Lupin, the sweet and shy son of the farmer. falls head over heels for you, The reckless daughter of the towns most wanted cowboy.
warnings: one mention of yn (curse the gods!), shy remus, fem!reader, reader is a horse girl (jk), reader has mentioned curly hair.
a/n: first chapter of the eras tour! woo!
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song playing: our song by taylor swift
The lightest blue of skies could only mean one thing, sunrise. when the darkness was slowly pushed away as the sun began to wake up from its slumber, and everyone would join it. You were no acceptation, every morning you’d wake up early just to immediately run off to the stables to tack up your horse, Stormy. You slid on your favorite cowgirl boots and left without warning, it’s not like your Dad didn’t do the same. Flynn the Bandit, the towns most wanted and feared cowboy, hence why you had lived alone since he was always on the run.
You skipped out of your cottage and ran through your daisy fields just outside, your curly h/c hair bounced as you did so, the cold breeze hitting your exposed skin might’ve mad you shiver, but it wouldn’t for long. You made it to the stable and slid open the ginormous red barn doors, using all your might. and sparking a glimpse at the young farm boy who worked at the barn, Remus Lupin… a dreamy boy, but his father was very protective of him, and dead set on him owning the barn one day. You didn’t think he would want that, but he was probably too nervous to speak up.
You shrugged your feelings off, and walked off over to see Stormy, you took a hand to his snout and ruffled his mane softly. You looked over to your side to see Remus standing timidly next to you. “Uh-uhm… Hi.” You could tell he was attempting to sound sure of himself. “Hi, Remus” You tilted your brown leather cowboy hat in a nod. “S’This your horse?” He asked with a small smile, “Stormy? Yeah, he’s mine. We’ve been riding together for probably years now.” You returned the smile, seeing the blush rise on his cheeks. “Lovely.” He stuttered out, fidgeting with his fingers nervously. “S-so… I was just wondering if… well… you’d like to go out?” He smiled adorably yet awkwardly. “with who?” You chuckled softly. “W-well Me, of course…” His blush rose up more as he corrected himself. ���I mean— i don’t wanna be cocky or anything just… yourveryprettyandilikeyoulots?” He shrugged slowly and was probably red as a tomato. “Well I’m all booked today..” You started, “Of course, forget about it than—“
“But i’m free tomorrow”
“Really…?”
“See you then, Lupin.”
You shut yourself into Stormy’s stall, while Remus froze up for a minute or two, then went running off giddily. You blushed just from thinking about the encounter.
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After that date out at the country club, you and Remus never seemed to stop talking. You found yourself spending entire days at the barn just chatting with him, and you even brought him along with you and Stormy for galloping in the woods. It was a simple thing, love. but the most amazing thing that had ever happened to you.
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You were riding shotgun in his pickup truck, down the winding roads of the countryside. You seemed deep in thought, so he turned the music down. “Baby, is something wrong?” He asked, looking over at you while still paying attention to where he was driving. “Nothing,” You said, “I was just thinking how we don’t have a song.” You shrugged softly, smiling at the idea. “I’ll write one for ya.” He offered. “Really?” You looked up at him, hopeful. “Anything for you.”
*Knock, Knock*
Your window shook from someone knocking on it. It was late, you got up from your bed to investigate to the source. “R-Remus?” You were shocked, who is this and what did he do with your boyfriend? “Hi, sweet pea.” He jumped into your room. “What are you doing here? If anyone saw you they would’ve told your dad, and—“ You panicked, “Shh… It’s fine, I don’t care about what he thinks” He certainly felt bold, was the sweet and timid farm boy you knew gone? “Good, You shouldn’t” You kissed him passionately his lips, raising your arms up to run your fingers through his hair.
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You had heard every album and listened to the radio, and waited for something to come along. that was as good as your song.
Cause your song was the slam of screen doors, sneaking out late tapping on his window— when your on the phone and he talks real slow, cause it’s late and his mama don’t know.
You grabbed a pen and an old napkin, and you wrote down “Our Song” 🫶
end ☁️
#marauders era#fem!reader#remus lupin#taylor swift#taylor swift debut#our song#fanfiction#marauders#eras tour
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writeblr intro ♡ flowerprose
hi there! call me krys. i'm a libra sun, in my late 20s, and i love to escape into writing. ultimately, my goal is to finish my novel, namesake, by the end of march, revise it throughout april, and spend the rest of 2023 querying until i land an agent.
please note that this blog is a side-blog. i follow, reply, like, and send asks from @peresephones!
greek mythology, fairy tales, science fiction, and fantasy have always burrowed closely within my heart, and really shaped the sort of writer i am now.
i chose my username because i write in what others have described as a "flowery, lyrical, or poetic” style.
a little about me: i recently started work at a new job that i love. i have two tabby cats who happen to be sisters and gorgeously precious. my fondness for flowers and plants tends to leak into my writing, more obnoxiously in namesake than anywhere else.
for me, writeblr is a sense of community and i love getting to read another person's craft and talk with them about their process. i'm less receptive to asks these days bc of how busy i am, but i do try to send out asks whenever i see games flooding my dash!
i'm also gay and will probably favour your female characters above all else.
you are always welcome to tag me in tag games or add me to a tag list of your wip if we are mutuals. (in fact, tagging me is a lifesaver bc i can't always check the dash anymore and i'm prone to missing things!) i'm not stingy about who i follow, although i personally try not to follow or engage with minors.
favourite books: lullabies for little criminals by heather o'neill, the girls by emma cline, circe and the song of achilles by madeline miller, all the ugly and wonderful things by bryn greenwood, the princess bride by william goldman, deathless by catherynne m. valente, we are okay by nina lacour, fangirl by rainbow rowell, her body and other parties by carmen maria machado, bunny and 13 ways of looking at a fat girl by mona awad, sharp objects by gillian flynn, writers & lovers by lily king, son of a trickster and dogs in winter by eden robinson, poison study trilogy by maria v. snyder, on earth we’re briefly gorgeous and night sky and exit wounds by ocean vuong, and lastly, red hood and damsel by elana k. arnold.
favourite writers: anne carson, madeline miller, heather o'neill, louise gluck, emma cline, gillian flynn, leigh bardugo, elana k. arnold, richard siken, eden robinson, mona awad, ocean vuong, and maria v. snyder.
works in progress
n a m e s a k e ⛓🏛🌷💀🌿🌾
summary: a hades and persephone myth retelling in which kore, newly dead, is taken to the underworld to rot as mortals do. when hades discovers she is the godly offspring of his older siblings, he tricks her into eating pomegranate seeds and siphons her abilities into his own domain, unleashing a curse that ultimately causes him to start to decay.
wip intro | writing | character intros
at home, with graves 🪦💀🥀🐺🌒⚰️
summary: Nearly eight years prior, Lovey and Olly were rescued from a man they called “Bishop”, a serial killer who imprisoned their mother and raised them like his own. In the present day, a documentary about Bishop and his infamous slayings starts filming in their hometown. As the twins near their eighteenth birthday, true crime enthusiasts begin to reach out, requesting intimate insight of what really happened in Bishop’s cabin. While their grandfather, their now sole guardian, slowly loses his battle to grief, Lovey starts to keep track of how much of Bishop was implanted in Olly, and how to avoid the fate of a victim.
wip intro | writing | poetry
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The sun rises over a grand arena, where 32 ships prepare to use the power of love, incredible violence and whatever else they may have to battle for the right to be named the ultimate battle couple
The Bracket (UPDATED!)
(Thanks to feedback, I swapped out Narumitsu with Catradora from SPOP)
Surprisingly few ships got more than one submission, so who got in was mostly based on how excited the submitter felt. If you believe a ship doesn’t count or if I messed up a ship name or whatever, send in an ask! Also if you have a better picture for any of them (but I don’t want to use fanart without the artists’s permission)
matchups
Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson) VS Nicolò “Nicky” di Genova & Yusuf “Joe” al-Kaysani (The Old Guard)
Nagisa Misumi/Cure Black & Honoka Yukishiro/Cure White (Futari Wa Precure) VS Steven Universe & Connie Maheswaran (Steven Universe)
Will Turner & Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Carribean) VS Patroclus & Achilles (Hades)
Sora & Riku (Kingdom Hearts) VS Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus & Michiru Kaioh/Sailor Neptune (Sailor Moon)
Suki & Sokka (Avatar: The Last Airbender) VS Kinn & Porsche (Kinnporsche: The Series)
Oliver Queen & Dinah Lance (DC Comics) VS Alphen & Shionne (Tales of Arise)
Yuri Lowell & Flynn Scifo (Tales of Vesperia) VS Flint & Volkner (Pokémon)
Roy Mustang & Riza Hawkeye (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Zakuro Fujiwara and Mint Aizawa (Tokyo Mew Mew New)
Luz Noceda & Amity Blight (The Owl House) VS Vi & Caitlyn (Arcane)
Madame Vastra & Jenny Flint (Doctor Who) VS Percy de Rolo & Vex’ahlia (Critical Role)
Lancelot, Guinevere & Arthur Pendragon (High Noon Over Camelot) VS Beauregard Lionett & Yasha Nydoorin (Critical Role)
Eleventh Doctor & River Song (Doctor Who) VS Captain Marvelous, Joe Gibken, Luka Millfy, Don Dogoier, Ahim de Famille & Gai Ikari (Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger)
Gideon Nav & Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) VS Drift & Ratchet (Transformers)
Catra & Adora (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power) VS Karen Aijou & Hikari Kagura (Shoujo Kageki Revue Starlight)
Yang Xiao Long & Blake Belladonna (RWBY) VS Kirishima Eijirou & Bakugou Katsuki (My Hero Academia)
King Dedede & Meta Knight (Kirby) VS MC & Amalia de León (It Lives Within)
#shout out to all thegay magical girls#bracket#battle couple battle#tumblr tournament#tournament poll
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hello!
having a UI hyperfixation rn!!!
do ya' have any hcs for them? :0 or any lore or something similar!!
i would love to hear it!! (you do not need to respond to this ask if ya' don't wanna!)
i'm gon repost my old headcanons on her
• she really wishes her surrounding circumstances were in some kind of way special but actually she's built at the least unique place with basically nothing neat happening nearby. there are strange giant cherry trees nearby, but that's about it
• LOVES lizards. she's the one who made the Cyans and sent some over to Pebbles to fuck him up. thankfully, as we all know, Cyans are kinda stupid and since they launch themselves over edges of cliffs they haven't managed to destroy the local ecosystem
• her citizens used to keep lizards as pets. most of the time just for the joy of having 0 braincells creature follow you around while looking pretty, but some had 'em as sort of hunting dogs
• was the one who created The Rivulet. she was mumbling to herself and a friend smth about how boys only screw things up while engineering Riv's genome
• she BASICALLY packed Riv into a cannon and shot them over right into the middle of a scav toll cuz "come on, it's not that far away. this will make your journey shorter and shit". i don't care how goofy it sounds, this is how it went in my heart
• in possession of probably the most durable comms ever made
• claims she's purple! she's actually fake out purple which means homegirl is Deceptive Blue. she CONSTANTLY fights over this with Pebbles
• despite their squabbles she did care for Pebbles. she was very excited to not be the youngest anymore and getting to baby someone
• her and Nish always start verbal sparring matches, often consisting of threats that more often than not range on impossible to actually commit. they constantly lead their mock wars in #general. Moon's gonna kill 'em one of these days
• trusts Moon the most- which is why she outed Pebbles' rot and sent Rivulet with the instructions to extract the rarefaction cell
• her city is called Sermo [that means "conversation"]
• city's representative instrument was a shamisen. she absolutely knows how to play it and loves to threaten people with the bachi
some additional stuff:
• Nish is Innocence's Mentor. just like Suns was Pebbles'. they however have a much healthier relationship than those two
• her outfit is supposed to be based off of a Vietnamese folk dress
• she's a member of the Phone Operator Guild, which is why her comm. systems are so durable
• the friend mentioned up there is that Murder of Crows oc of mine
• my Inn is basically Candace Flynn. of course with some things different to fit into this world, Innocence's existence as an Iterator and to still be a different character. Innocence, unlike Candace, for example is more ruthless about the whole busting deal. while Candace doesn't actually want her brothers to be harmed, Innocence leaked the Rot information specifically to punish Pebbles with how much it would hurt him
• she's obsessed with seeing and knowing things. so way later in the Iterators' lifespan, one of her structure's legs buckle and she smacks her puppet's face badly enough that it caves in and destroys both of her eyes
• because of the Citadel pearl:
- Innocence knows how to appreciate simple beauty like dust floating in rays of the sun
- she likes feeding her lizards personally. she'd probably attempt becoming a cook if she had the means or reason
- "defeating an opponent in a debate contest, and being applauded by fellow team members" is something she deeply desires and it shapes her as a tattletail/talker
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Dream House
Summary: Sometimes it is the smallest thing that matters.
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader
Word Count: 700 (keepin' it short and sweet)
No physical description of reader. Reader is a teacher. Classroom chaos mentioned in passing. Lots of fluff. This is my second attempt at any sort of fic. I'm just proud I finished something. Go me!
The sky had held the promise of snow most of the day. The clouds were gray and thick, covering the entire sky. A wet, cold chill swirled around your legs, and you rushed to the truck to go home. Frankie had insisted that you take his truck to work that morning, worried that snow might start before you were home. Pulling carefully out of the parking lot at work, you head towards the home you and Frankie shared.
Just before you had been married, Frankie rushed into the too-small kitchen of your too-small apartment out of breath with excitement.
“It’s for sale,” he panted out.
Your eyes widened with disbelief. “Don’t tease, Francisco. It’s been a day. Tanner kept eating the playdough. Madison poured the glue all over the floor, then had a meltdown because there wasn’t any glue to put the snowflakes on her picture. And zero kids were listening during the morning meeting."
“Baby,” he gently cradles your face with both of his hands. “Baby, look at me. I drove past there on the way home from work, and there’s a sign. Out front. For sale. Look, I took a picture.” Frankie fumbled with his phone to show you the picture he had taken of the house. The house. THE house. A Victorian house on a quiet street that you had both fallen in love with on a walk through the neighborhood with Flynn, your Australian Shepherd. It was in need of a renovator's hand and a good landscaper, but the house still had an indescribable charm. It was on that walk that night, standing in front of this house, that you and Frankie started to dream about the future.
“It’s for sale." With shaking hands, you looked at the picture on Frankie’s phone. “I don’t know, Sweets. It's a bit more house than we need right now, and the renovations alone will be crazy." But you took one look at Frankie and knew that none of it mattered. It was your house, your home.
After you had closed on your dream house, it seemed like something new needed to be fixed or replaced every few weeks. That’s why, when you walked into the house to find Frankie leaning over the sink and his tool box on the counter, you assumed something else was going to need to be repaired. “Oh no, love. What broke now? Please tell me it wasn’t the faucet! I swear I installed it just like it showed on YouTube. I read the directions a million times."
Frankie chuckled. “No, no. This time, nothing broke. But I did install this.” He pointed to a thin brass hook sticking out from the wall just to the left of the window sill. Too low to hang a plant from and awkwardly placed on the stove for cooking utensils, you look at him confused.
“Remember when you were making cinnamon rolls and Nacho jumped up on the counter to sun himself in the window and almost knocked your wedding ring into the sink? And you almost had a heart attack?"
You nod your head slowly, remembering the lurching feeling in your stomach when your giant orange tiger cat hopped up onto the counter and then to the sill. Your ring fell into the sink and slowly circled the drain.
“I didn’t almost have a heart attack."
“Well, I almost did when you screamed like that. So I installed this little hook for you to hang your ring so Nacho doesn’t knock it down again. And I won’t have years taken off my life rushing down the not exactly safe stairs trying to make sure you weren’t being murdered in our kitchen."
You look at your husband with absolute adoration in your eyes. “Frankie,” you whispered as you threw your arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses. “Thank you, baby. This is so thoughtful."
“Anything for you, my love. Oh, and before I forget, the other faucet you installed in the powder room? Leaked and flooded the whole bathroom. We're going to have to replace it... again."
There were a million other renovation projects to be done in the house, but the simple brass hook gleaming in the warm light of the kitchen was by far your favorite addition.
#frankie morales/reader#frankie catfish morales#fic#i finish a thing#frankie morales x reader#writing#this was inspired by a post I saw on Facebook#i'm actually proud of myself
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Hey there! 🌟 I've been absolutely obsessed with your Tangled fanfiction, and I couldn't help but notice your incredible talent for capturing Eugene's character so perfectly! 📖💕 Your stories have become my go-to whenever I need my daily fix of Eugene Fitzherbert goodness. ✨
I've got to know, what inspired you to dive into the world of Eugene-centric fanfiction? Are there any particular moments or aspects of his character that you find most intriguing? And, of course, I'd love to hear if you have any personal headcanons about Eugene that you've woven into your stories! 🤔💭
Thanks for sharing your amazing talent with the Tangled fandom! Your stories truly bring the magic of Rapunzel and Eugene's world to life, and I can't wait to see where your imagination takes us next. Keep being awesome! 🌸💜
Eugene is my favourite Tangled character! Wow, I feel honoured you read my stories a lot for your fix of Eugene goodness!
What inspired me to delve into the world of Eugene-centric fanfiction? Honestly, the lack of good Eugene fanfiction when I first started reading Tangled fanfiction. A lot of the fics focus on Varian, and though I like him, he's not a favourite, and there was so much Varian content, I found finding fics for what I wanted to read really hard to do. Which is why I decided to start writing Eugene-centric fiction! He's a primary Tangled character and deserves to shine in fanfiction!
I love his character arc in Tangled. That is what drew him to me in the first place. He's an orphan who has had it rough growing up, ended up stealing to survive when all he really wanted to do was be an adventurer, though I think deep down he wanted a family. That really resonated for me as family is very important to me. I love how he saw Rapunzel and didn't take advantage of her. He could have done but he didn't. He did the honourable thing, even if it meant he'd be imprisoned again by returning her to her parents. He has honour, and he is capable of love. He didn't hesitate to sacrifice his own life for Rapunzel's freedom. And, I absolutely adore his relationship with Rapunzel. They compliment each other, they love one another and honestly, it is the best on-screen romance of a realistic romance Disney have done.
With the inclusion of the series, I find it intriguing that he was sent away by his own father for his safety, yet Eugene would probably have been safer raised in the Dark Kingdom! He's very brave and willing to do anything to protect Rapunzel. He has a defensive mechanism where he can hide behind humour or a fake personae to avoid being hurt, and yet meeting Rapunzel, putting her in danger, and her breaking down, was enough for him to be open with her, and when she did show an interest in the real him, something that no one had really done so before, he responded and told her his story!
I think, for me, Eugene always wanted to be loved, and it wasn't until Rapunzel that he felt he could open up, let the facade of Flynn Rider fall. For me, that is the most intriguing part about him. He pretended to be someone he was not, until he found the right person who could love him for who he really is, who gave him a reason to change, who gave him a reason to be Eugene Fitzherbert again instead of Flynn Rider.
Headcanons about Eugene? Erm. Well. This is probably more evident in my current fics at the moment. But I always believed Eugene had more of a reason to be connected to the Moonstone than Varian. He's the Prince of the Kingdom! There is something symbolic about the Princess of the Sun Kingdom and the Prince of the Moon Kingdom ending up together. I'm deep into writing MoonEugene stories at the moment - an idea that hasn't fully been explored by a lot of fanfic writers! It's about time we had more MoonEugene! Right?
Thank you so much for this wonderful ask!
#tangled#rapunzel#eugene fitzherbert#rapunzel's tangled adventure#tangled the series#disney#moongene#eugene fitzherbert analysis#ask#ask answered#anon asks
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Rank the LU boys 1 to 9 with reasons
Oh gosh okay
*deep breath*
Here we go
Time. This one’s no surprise to anyone I’m sure XD. I loved the Hero of Time before I even got into LU. His tragic tale struck me as so interesting and heart wrenching. Getting into LU pretty much sealed the deal. He’s just such a great character. He’s through so much yet he’s still kind and tries to be the best leader he can be. I mean, this is the guy who stuck around after his death to train his ancestor cause he felt bad about leaving Hyrule without a hero (and also because he regretted being forgotten. HELLO ANGST). Plus, he’s a major gremlin imo. Just a hidden one lol
Warriors. The captain was actually the Link who got me interested in LU. I read @skyward-floored ‘s fic “Up in Arms” and fell in love with him. I’m naturally attracted to snarky, confident characters with a traumatic backstory and secret soft side (Flynn Ryder was my high school crush if that tells you anything XD) so it was kinda a given I’d love this guy lol. I’ll admit my first read through of LU was mainly me fangirling over him and analyzing his every appearance. (Not that that’s changed much).
Legend. He’s tied with Warriors for second tbh. But since I’ve gotta list them all out I’ll just place him in third. I hadn’t played any of Legend’s games when I got into LU but right after getting attached to Warriors, I got attached to him. Largely because to me he’s extremely relatable. He’s also multilayered in the best way. A soft sweetheart beneath all that snark he tries to hide behind.
Sky. I love Sky for pretty much the same reason as Legend. He’s relatable. Very much so XD. And also more complex than I think he often gets credit for. Beneath the calm, sleepy nice guy demeanor he’s got going on is a fierce warrior who’s been to hell and back for the person he loves. And would do it all again. He fought a GOD for goodness sake! He’s freaking awesome!! Also, Skyward Sword is my favorite Loz game so there’s that too. Plus, him and Sun? Chef’s kiss. Couple goals
Twilight. The older sibling thing endears him to me a lot. He carries a large burden and always has. Plus, his love for animals, gentle heart, and the way he brought down Midna’s walls with his kindness just makes me love him. Who can’t like a guy who rambles about Ordon goats and carries kittens like babies??
Wild. He is widely liked so for me that puts him farther down the list just because I kinda get tired of seeing endless content for him lol. But still. I love him very much. I mean, wild child with a traumatic past, memory issues, a mischievous and snarky side no one sees coming and a fierce love for his friends? YES PLEASE. Also he has long hair.
Four. Since I came into the fandom right around the time when that comic was posted I’ve always been a bit hesitant to write him. But he’s grown on me a lot lately. I actually had fun torturing him for whumptober XD He’s got an intriguing personality and I hope to see more of him in future LU updates.
Wind. I love this little dude A LOT. But I’ve never truly been able to get super invested in characters who are canonically much younger than me. Plus he is just SO HARD for me to write. So while I find his personality adorable and his dynamic with the other Links great, I can’t help putting him farther down on the list.
Hyrule. I like him, really I do. But I just can’t get as invested in him and his story as much as the other Links. I’m not sure why tbh
#at the end of the day I really love them all#but time will always come in first lol#I love him your honor#trin answers#asks#lovely anon#linkeduniverse
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Because it’s Halloween season: How would you do a vampire story in a post game setting? And who would you be the vampire until they are somehow cured?
Ooo fun idea. And honestly this is probably what a majority of people were hoping for when I said I was writing a vampire fic and instead wrote a meticulously detailed medieval AU about 14th century politics in Ireland lmao.
Ok, so, who should be the vampire? I think tonally it depends on if you want to go "sexy tragic vampire" or "horror vampire." Is the vampire one of our heroes, who is tragically condemned to drink blood and lose their humanity? Or is it one of their enemies, thought defeated but returned as the undead and more dangerous than ever?
Yuri is such an obvious pick for a vampire. He's got the looks (pale, dresses in black, moon aesthetic) and the story themes are already there (are you really willing to bloody your hands? have you become a monster?). So I feel like if I were to write a vampire fic, I would not make Yuri the vampire simply because half the work is already done for me.
And let's be honest, the only other choices for me are Estelle or Flynn, because all of my fics focus on Yuri, Estelle, or Flynn.
I did already write about Flynn as a vampire, but in a very different setting. Considering Flynn is thematically associated with light and the sun, there's an extra layer of tragedy if he's cursed to burn in sunlight and unable to set foot in the sun again.
You could get some of that same inversion-of-aesthetic with Estelle, who's generally bright and flowery. Estelle also has some narrative themes that could blend well with vampirism, in the way using her magic hurts the world. Having to literally feed on the life of others makes her CotFM powers even more immediate.
Hm... what if Estelle did die from what Alexei did to her, and unbeknownst to the rest of the cast (and even Estelle herself) the version they get back at the Sword Stair is undead. The more she uses her magic, the more her energy drains, and the only way to restore herself is to drink human blood.
OR we go with the type of vampire in which the human personality is no more, and either a wholly new evil soul has possessed the corpse, or their old self is corrupted and monstrous, so you get "Estelle" who is now a ruthless villain. One of my earliest ToV fics was about "What if Estelle was secretly evil?" so I've always been fond of that idea.
If we're looking at villain vampires, I think Yeager is an obvious choice. I mean. Look at him. He's got fangs. He also has done that vampire thing of disguising his identity by turning his name backward Alucard style (Yeager/Regaey). Plus you could count him as undead given the blastia heart. So maybe post-game, he comes back as extra undead.
Alexei coming back as a vampire could also be fun. I could see him as a Dracula-esque vampire manipulating his way into power and treating his victims has play things before draining them. And I imagine he would especially want to get revenge on the pesky kids who killed him the first time.
Ok, so maybe combine some of these ideas. If this is how I would do a vampire fic, I'm generally more interested in vampires in a horror plot than a tragic love interest plot, so I would lean into Alexei coming back from the dead. Bodies drained of blood start showing up around Zaphias as he grows in strength.
His primary targets for revenge would be Flynn and Raven, because they didn't just fight him, they betrayed him. And especially Flynn, who betrayed him, killed him, and then took his job. Rude. So maybe he can turn Estelle into a vampire as an extra fuck-you to Flynn - taunting him with the girl he swore to protect and now has to fight, but desperately doesn't want to kill.
And then is Yuri willing to kill Estelle? How long until he gives up on the idea of finding a cure and sees this as saving the real Estelle so she can rest in piece? How do the rest of the party like Rita and Judith divide and feud over whether to kill her?
Which is all, of course, playing right into Alexei's hands because while they're distracted with the horror and grief of what's happened to Estelle, he's plotting to retake his position and finish the coup he started.
#Anonymous#I was going to tag this as 'doesn't write this thing'#but damn now i actually kinda want to write that#so...#nightfoot writes things#but maybe#nightfoot doesn't write this thing
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@fairytaletold Eira said " you should see the other guy. "
Flynn doesn't particularly want to see the other guy. In fact, in this moment, he'd give anything to see her, but even turning off all the lights wouldn't block out the afternoon sun beaming in (not to mention, it would raise more questions than he wants to answer right now).
So instead, they sit at his little kitchen table, him giving the best approximation of first aid he can manage to the cut on her cheek without hurting her even more.
"I love that you can defend yourself," He murmurs. "But I don't like you getting hurt."
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Enjoy a bonus chapter of Just Barely There, but written three years late and based off my very foggy memory of the show. :D
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It’s amazing what one could do when armed with explosives. Guards? Royalty? Citizens? Nothing a little explosives and armed criminals can’t fix.
Paved streets became littered in rubble and a choking alabaster dust, homes were caved in to reveal what would’ve been quaint dinner tables and gardens. People were left in shock, all the easier for their capture and the handy reuse of prison cells. The queen and king were tied to the same fate, just a few levels below their people, left to count the etches on the walls and smell the iron of dried blood.
In short, after a few quick witted words and total domination of the kingdom he hated, Andrew was doing much better than he had been two days ago. He and the Saporians were on top of the world, so what if they had to carry around a mentally unstable kid too? They’ve gone through worse in pursuit of their ambitions. Andrew just wished that the kid would keep his mouth shut.
“…And when we find him? I’m gonna make him realize just how wrong he was about me! That’s right Flynn Rider, I’m on top of the world right now! Well, uh- we. We’re on top of the world. Eheh… Anyways, I’ve been thinking that I should have facial hair, y’know to match the whole look we’ve got going on…”
Good Sun could this kid fucking talk. Kai was the appointed listener while they picked through the rubble of what might’ve been a marketplace? Eh, the specifics didn’t matter, just finding what the kid needed for their next step did. They’d quickly found that they didn’t need to restrain the kid or anything to keep him close, he latched onto Andrew as quickly as a baby duck, which suited Andrew’s purposes all the better. Shuffling through the rubble took time, which made Andrew nervous. The what ifs of outside support or unfound citizens catching up to them was in all senses illogical, but he couldn’t help it. This was too easy to be this good.
“Hey Andrew! We found something!”
And it kept on getting better.
Andrew ambled over to where Clementine and Juniper stood, eagerly awaiting praise or reprimand. People were just so easy to control, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Just give them a dollop of approval or a look of disappointment and they would fall all over themselves to do whatever he asked. Tell them that it’s for a good cause, that surely if you work a little harder and listen to me more the people will forgive you, or Saporia will rise, and they are as docile as sheep. Bracing himself on fallen lumber and jumping over bricks, he made his way to see what the girls had found. Hm.
“Varian!” He barked, interrupting the kid from his ramble and turning his attention back to the container found. The kid stumbled towards him, eager like a puppy and nervous as a fawn. “What’s up Andrew?” Oh how he loved that fragile sense of causality, “Take a good look at this kid”. Andrew smiled at him, not warmly like a father appraising a job well done, but instead like the cat that got the cream, wolfish and not unlike a predator. But Varian didn’t know the difference at this point. The object found was a woven container made of wheat straw, labeled simply with “luminescent powder”. Andrew didn’t much care for this container, but rather what it meant. This particular site was the remnants of some sort of alchemy shop, and held precious resources for the Saporian cause.
Varians eyes were the size of saucers, oohing and ahhing at the prospect of new materials. At least the kid caught on quick. “Wha- are these- I mean…can I use these?” Varian’s mouth was in a comical gape, gazing down at what would be the first of many new and expensive materials. Andrew had him hook…line…
“Of course Varian! Why do you think we were degrading ourselves to scavenging for Coronan goods? Don’t be shy, take whatever you need, we’ll even help you carry it all!” He could feel the disgruntled looks from his compatriots burning into his back, but that could be soothed later. Varian whipped his head back towards Andrew, who surely looks liked some sort of saint providing for the poor and needy fourteen year old criminal. The boy’s face was split in half with a look that hadn’t graced his visage in a very long time, a beaming, gap-toothed smile.
And sinker.
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Hugo hates slayer wolves with a burning passion, he’s decided. Of course Flynn fuckin’ Rider’s ego could get bigger, why hadn’t he known that fact sooner? Silly him! It was Flynn Rider’s hubris that led to Hugo being held upside down by some magically inclined tree branch, displayed like a jester vying for the king’s laughter. The king in this case is the culprit himself.
“Ok, yeah, laugh it up Rider. This is truly the peak of comedy!” Hugo shouts, and no dear reader, the heat in Hugo’s face is not due to embarrassment, he’s far above something like that. He’s just suffering from his body’s content of blood heading straight for his head. Rider is on the ground, in such a grand fit of laughter that he could be mistaken for a man attempting to imitate a ship in tumultuous seas. His girlfriend is standing next to him, smiling warily and waiting for her partner to return to sanity. The peanut gallery is standing to the side and actually trying to help Hugo out of his predicament. They’re not making very much progress on that front unfortunately.
“You’re damn right this is! Sun”, a choked wheeze interrupts Rider’s bout of clamor, “I think we should just leave you there! maybe you’ll get smarter from all that blood going to your head!” Hugo growls and swings himself closer to where Rider is. “We’ll at least I’m not a pathetic pampered lap dog who can’t even find his way around a-“ Hugo is cut off by the last person he thought would stand up to Rider, the princess. Oh this would be good. “You two need to stop fighting, we can’t get anywhere with you two quarreling constantly! Sure, you’ve screwed each other in the past, but none of that matters now! We’re all working together so I’d like you two to act like it!” The man with the earring hoots from his spot by the offending tree’s base in support or agreement, or maybe even both.
And to Hugo’s surprise, Rider listens. Maybe you can teach an old dog new tricks. Rider picks himself up and cuddles up to the princess, apologizing. But Hugo knows that he’s not genuine. The grin on his face when the princess is satisfied and hugging him is evidence.
“As beautiful as that moment was, unfortunately the power of friendship will not get you very far here.” A husky and confident announces from above- and is that a RACCOON???
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Now dear readers, we of course know that this woman is set up to be our knight in furry armor, Adira, accompanied by her newfound companion Ruddiger. But our starring cast of misfit found family is none the wiser to this notion. Because we have the knowledge of who this remarkable figure is, I’ll spare you from the details of her introduction and in the spirit of brevity, inform you that our current narrator Hugo is an astute follower of the idea that “an enemy of my enemy is my friend”.
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Hugo is quickly becoming very fond of this Adira. Sure she’s a bit odd and confusing, but he’s worked with worse when on prior assignments. The caravan is being pulled slowly along the path of the “Forest of No Return”, Adira is at the head of this odd procession, followed by Hugo, who is trying to learn about this new ally in annoyment as much as possible.
“What’s the rat’s name?”
“If you’re talking about the raccoon, then I’m sorry to say that I do not know”
She slashes stray branches with her (super fucking cool) sword and takes a left turn into an identical looking portion of the forest. Hugo scrunches his nose at this acknowledgment and continues his jog in pursuit of her. “What, the all-knowing Adira doesn’t even know the name of her animal companion? Hm, I guess that you’re not as wise as you let on.” Hugo knows this song and dance like the back of his hand, banter is his second nature and his most used tool. Annoyance is just another result that gives him entertainment and intel. But Adira is stoic, smoothly keeping her pace and not batting an eye. “It is not in my knowledge that rodents are able to communicate their names to people. This fellow came to me well-fed and groomed, I am sure that he has a home and name somewhere, maybe even multiple. I however am not keeping him around long enough to require that sort of connection. I may not know his name but call him Bandit, much like how I call each of you a nickname. I find that terms based off of physicalities are much more useful than learning everyone whom I meet’s name.”
Hugo perks up at the mention of nicknames, “Hey now, you can’t just mention that you have nicknames for all of us and not tell me what they are! What am I- Actually no better question what’s Riders?”, he grins devilishly. Adira chuckles and decides to indulge in his childish curiosity. “You my fellow are Stringbean,” she points at Rapunzel who floats curiously closer and closer towards the duo, not-so subtly eavesdropping, “she is Sundrop”, Adira points at Lance, “he is Earring”, she points at Cassandra, “she is Short Hair” and finally she points at Rider, “he is Fish Skin”.
An indignant yell comes from Rider, who hilariously falls all over himself to contest the (aptly chosen) nickname. Hugo gets a good laugh in, and when it’s later just him, “Bandit”, Rider, and Adira left to find the lost caravan, he decides that the little guy deserves a proper name for the time being.
“How about…Smokey?” The raccoon shakes its head.
“Freddy?” Rider offers, to which the vermin actually hisses at.
“Hector?” Adira muses, again with another head shake.
“Ok! Lighting round! Theodore, Clifford, Gadget, Pluto, Alastor, Dill, Bones, Fin, Pippin, Stew, Chase, Bard, Rufus, Ricky, Wallace, Ruddiger-“, the raccoon perks up and starts chittering excitedly, making admittedly adorable cheering motions. Hugo grins and lifts the newly named Ruddiger off of Adira’s shoulder and cradles it in his arms. “Ruddiger? I feel like I’ve heard that name before.” Rider moves his hand to pet the raccoon’s fur, but is swatted at and promptly denied any further proximity. “Well I’d hope so,” Hugo snarks, “any good fan of the ‘Adventures of Flynn Rider’ knows the con-man shopkeeper Ruddiger Jordan, Flynn Rider’s reluctant father figure and-“ he’s cut off by a man with the very same name. “His grumpy mentor, yes I know. I guess that’s where I heard it from. No need to lecture me kiddo”. Hugo sneers at the interruption and drops the raccoon to stare at Flynn directly. Does this guy wanna go? Because he can GO and he’d actually hit a growth spurt recently so he is feeling good about he chances-.
Adira and Ruddiger exchange eye contact and sigh.
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This kid is fucking ridiculous. After having praised him, tucked him into bed, read him a story, and KISSED HIS FOREHEAD, he’s finally asleep. Andrew is so glad that it’ll only be a month or two until he can drop the kid and get into the real crux of his plan. Of course he wasn’t going to just settle for taking Corona, no, a man with as much charisma and as good of looks as him was meant for bigger better things. Next he could take Koto, or Ingvarr, or maybe even see if that wife's tale about the Dark Kingdom is true. Yes, Andrew is going to dump Varian, and he is going to enjoy every moment of the betrayal.
Fuck did he get that luminescent powder on himself?! The kid’s hair is glowing for Sun’s sake! Andrew turns over in bed and covers his head with a pillow. This will be a long night.
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